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Quotes from L'Allegro — John Milton

1608–1674 England

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And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.

L'Allegro (1631)

Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony.

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Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.

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Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreprovèd pleasures free.

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Then lies him down the lubber fiend,
And stretched out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength.

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Ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize.

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Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.

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Herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

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And the jocund rebecks sound
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the checkered shade.
And young and old come forth to play
On a sunshine holiday.

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Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,
Nods and Becks and wreathèd Smiles.

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Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful jollity,
Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks and wreathèd smiles.

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Sport, that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter, holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it, as you go.
On the light fantastic toe.

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The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

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Hence, loathèd Melancholy,
Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,
In Stygian cave forlorn,
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.

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Such strains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half-regained Eurydice.
These delights, if thou canst give,
Mirth, with thee, I mean to live.

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Meadows trim, with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;
Towers and balements it sees
Bosomed high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

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While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack, or the barn door,
Stoutly struts his dames before,
Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn.

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